As the semester is nearing its end, I am a bit sad to look back on everything, as that confirms that the experience will soon be over. Reading back over my first post, I must say that I still try to go into every experience--every home stay, every excursion, and every outing in Chiang Mai--without any expectations. I don't think that the expectations I came up with were unrealistic, and, for the most part, they have been realized.
I have met many new friends, several of whom I will definitely stay in touch with once I am home. I do wish I had made more Thai friends, as the few I have made are wonderful, and I think I could have learned more if I had surrounded myself more with Thai people. Needless to say, the most Thai friends I have made are the artists at work. I will miss them (and working!) very, very much.
New and interesting experiences.. I've definitely encountered many of these. From being pet at the beginning of the semester for being white to the home stays and trying to communicate to worrying about protests to seeing the border situation in Mae Sot to.. kicking a sea urchin?! I have definitely encountered many new situations that I am glad to have experienced (minus the sea urchin..), and I am sure I will look back on them when I am home.
As for being challenged, well, that has certainly happened. At work, I have had obstacles communicating with people as well as personal obstacles. Although I still have some difficulties communicating, I feel very much like a part of the foundation, and I feel that I have mostly overcome the personal obstacles pertaining to my trust in myself. Of course, in general, it's difficult to communicate as I do not have a complete grasp of the language, but when I can communicate in Thai, I am very happy, where as when I am automatically spoken to in English, it somewhat upsets me.
My personal beliefs have also been challenged. At first, it was very hard for me to understand certain aspects of Buddhism that are very much ingrained in Thai culture, especially relating to people with disabilities and karma. When I first saw people begging or singing at markets, it greatly upset me, but now I have more of a curiosity. As I have learned that it is seen as bad karma to have a disability or to have a person with a disability in your family, I have started to understand why people with disabilities beg on the streets even though, on several occasions, I have seen a person putting on an act who will, after making eye contact, switch into desperate "help me!" mode. I think what still bothers me the most about this belief is that when begging is the only option, and an act is put on, a scary image is sometimes portrayed, like when I was in Bangkok, a man missing a leg made money by dragging himself across the ground. This image only increases the marginalization of people with disabilities. On the other hand, with foundations that are attempting to show that begging is not the only option, people with disabilities can have a safe place to be creative and make a living.
But, because I have been exposed to the every day reactions to this cultural belief--learning at work that sometimes families aren't invited to a wedding if a member has a disability--I could more easily understand the position of a home stay family in a case study during class. Had I not had these experiences, I think my reaction would have been very different.
I believe that I have done a decent job attempting to accomplish my goals. My Thai could improve a lot, and with time, I hope to have this happen and to return to Thailand. I can have very simple conversations, though sometimes it is easier to understand certain people than others.
I have been very much out of my bubble. Staying in Nan in a house alone was a difficult experience for me, but I think it helped me become more self-reliant. I also am not sure I would have ever gone snorkeling (and encountered the urchin..) if I had just come on my own or with my family. I have gone out to see and do things I would normally say no to, though I am glad that I agreed because I have seen more parts of Thailand (even in places I wouldn't expect to come face to face with cultural differences) than I could have imagined.
I think there are several learning outcomes that I am glad to come away with after this experience. I now know that I can survive half way around the world from my family (for a semester, at least), in a foreign country where I cannot necessarily speak the language. My understanding of cultural differences has definitely developed a lot during this semester. Although I have taken classes comparing different cultures, being submerged in one is a much more affective teaching tool.
I think there are many things I don't want to forget about this semester. I especially think that certain instances where cultural differences showed up in startling ways will be with me forever--such as attempting to go to a club and having several friends be rejected for having skin that was too dark and the situations regarding opinions of people with disabilities. The trip to Mae Sot and my new knowledge about Burma has made an imprint on me, and I would very much like to do anything I can when I return home--especially now that I know that there is a very large Burmese refugee population rather close to my home college and since I have friends pretty well connected to the situation.
Once I'm home, I know I will be sharing my experience with.. well, everyone. I know I have a lot of reflection to do for myself as well. I would like to improve my Thai at some point, though I'm not sure when that will be, and I definitely want to come back to Thailand, especially with the connections I have made at work. As my work experience directly relates to my major, I will be able to look back and study the situation again, this time from a distance. Also, at my home institution, I have several friends who are international students. Having now lived immersed in another culture, I hope to be more aware of cultural differences between myself and my friends and to be able to openly talk about such differences, having experienced some for myself.
Although I do miss home, and I'm trying to prepare myself to return, I know it will be somewhat difficult to readjust. Once again, I don't know what to expect, and I don't really want to have any expectations. I just hope that I can share my experience with people--to encourage studying abroad as well as to educate my friends about issues that they have never heard about.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Mae Sot
Last Thursday, the IPSL class took a trip to Mae Sot, on the border of Thailand and Burma. During our trip, we visited several organizations working with people from Burma either inside Burma or in Thailand.
Because the subject is so delicate, some of the organizations had no knowledge that other organizations were only a block away or that certain groups that they worked with had recently moved.
As we were leaving Mae Sot, we went to the border.
Here, we saw people crossing back and forth between the two countries both legally and illegally. Those crossing legally went over the large bridge, while those crossing illegally walked, swam, or floated across the river.
The Bridge/Crossing Legally:
Crossing Illegally:
We stood on a ledge looking out on to the water. The land between the ledge and the water was disputed land, so some people who were illegally crossing stayed on this land, less likely to be arrested than if they stepped up on to the platform. This fear of going into the town was heightened by the presence of soldiers.
We were told that there were not normally soldiers when groups had previously visited this spot, but we saw several sitting on the platform overlooking the river. When we asked why they did not arrest everyone who was crossing illegally (right in front of them in broad day light), we were told that there were just too many people going across the border, and that usually, arrests happened during crackdowns. Eventually, one soldier told us why they were posted on the platform. He said that there had been cases of people coming over the border, supposedly on drugs, and stealing possessions from the tourists. With the soldiers on the ledge, people were afraid to cross into the town. We even had vendors trying to sell us cigarettes from right next to the platform while we spoke to the soldiers, afraid to step up onto the cement ledge.
We could somewhat see the Burmese police sitting on the other side of the river. They were acting much like the soldiers, just watching people cross with little reaction.
Overall, I really enjoyed this trip. This was enjoyment much in a more experiential and knowledge gaining way than in a just having fun way, which I think was necessary to help us understand the situation to the best of our ability.
Because the subject is so delicate, some of the organizations had no knowledge that other organizations were only a block away or that certain groups that they worked with had recently moved.
As we were leaving Mae Sot, we went to the border.
Here, we saw people crossing back and forth between the two countries both legally and illegally. Those crossing legally went over the large bridge, while those crossing illegally walked, swam, or floated across the river.
The Bridge/Crossing Legally:
Crossing Illegally:
We stood on a ledge looking out on to the water. The land between the ledge and the water was disputed land, so some people who were illegally crossing stayed on this land, less likely to be arrested than if they stepped up on to the platform. This fear of going into the town was heightened by the presence of soldiers.
We were told that there were not normally soldiers when groups had previously visited this spot, but we saw several sitting on the platform overlooking the river. When we asked why they did not arrest everyone who was crossing illegally (right in front of them in broad day light), we were told that there were just too many people going across the border, and that usually, arrests happened during crackdowns. Eventually, one soldier told us why they were posted on the platform. He said that there had been cases of people coming over the border, supposedly on drugs, and stealing possessions from the tourists. With the soldiers on the ledge, people were afraid to cross into the town. We even had vendors trying to sell us cigarettes from right next to the platform while we spoke to the soldiers, afraid to step up onto the cement ledge.
We could somewhat see the Burmese police sitting on the other side of the river. They were acting much like the soldiers, just watching people cross with little reaction.
Overall, I really enjoyed this trip. This was enjoyment much in a more experiential and knowledge gaining way than in a just having fun way, which I think was necessary to help us understand the situation to the best of our ability.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Songkran and Koh Chang
Last week was basically spring break for the Thai studies program. It was also the Thai new year, Songkran. During the three day Songkran festival, there is a city-wide water fight. I ventured into the city on Monday. The second we got out of the songtao, we were drenched, though we had been splashed pretty regularly through the windows during the ride into the city. Sadly, I have no pictures of the festival. I figured it was safer to leave my camera and phone in my room. We spent most of the day pouring water on everyone we saw--either from buckets we purchased at the festival or from water guns. Each weapon had its advantages and drawbacks. Although it was fun to spend the day splashing around, the moat water is.. far from clean, and I was happy to return to PIH and shower. A few people got very sick after the festival. Apparently it is common for people to get dysentery after Songkran, especially if they swim in the moat because the water is extremely dirty.
During Songkran (and the week before), we had been hearing about protests in Bangkok, and as the week progressed, they seemed to be getting bigger and more violent. On Monday, we were unsure as to whether or not we would be traveling to Koh Chang (an island in the south) since our journey would take us through Bangkok. Luckily, after spending Monday and half of Tuesday constantly monitoring the news, we learned that the protestors left, and we decided to make the trip anyway.
We flew into the Bangkok airport and took taxis to the bus station without any problems. By Wednesday morning, we were on a ferry to the island. I was a bit surprised by how expensive it was to travel around the island, though I suppose it makes sense it is a tourist destination and we were going nearly to the other end of the island to get to our bungalows.
There weren't enough rooms available (partially because the holiday was extended due to the issues in Bangkok), so a few of us had to stay at another establishment across the street. We all ate breakfast and then immediately changed and went to the beach. Though I was sure to apply sunblock (spf 50, in fact) repeatedly (after swimming) and made sure to wait the full amount of time before getting back in the water after reapplying, I still managed to get a terrible sunburn the first day. I think this was probably for the best because it kept me from burning during the rest of the trip. After we swam, everyone took showers and naps, and then we had dinner at a restaurant called the Treehouse, which we visited pretty regularly during our stay on the island. To get to the restaurant.. and the beach.. we followed a path from our bungalows through the trees.. and through a barbed wire fence!
Treehouse
After the first night, more rooms opened up, and we moved back to the establishment where everyone else was staying. Reid and I were happy to get a room with two beds, but we were a bit surprised to find that the bathroom had no roof! This became a bit of an issue the first night that we stayed in the bungalow. There was a huge thunderstorm early in the morning, and I woke up, thinking to myself, "should I go get the towels?" Of course, I decided I would rather stay in bed and let the towels continue to get wet than get up and get soaked myself to bring something that was already wet out of the rain. You'd think we'd learn from that experience, but when it stormed again on our last night, the same scene played out. The second time, though, it was still raining when I got up to take my shower, so along with my shower, I got drizzled on.
I spent Thursday and Friday with Kanako, Misa, and Des at the beach, mostly sitting in the shade or swimming. Though I could have found many other things to do on the island--from riding elephants to going deep sea fishing, I thought that spending my time on the beach was the best way to relax and have a real vacation.
I found it interesting that when vendors (there were several people selling jewelry and fruit on the beach) approached us, if we told them no in English, they continued to try to sell us their products, but if we told them that we didn't want the products in Thai, they would go away immediately.
We got to watch the sun set over the ocean, and we even swam one evening as the sun was setting. It was beautiful, and as it got darker out, the water cooled off a bit, making the swim even more enjoyable.
Saturday, I went snorkeling. Well, I attempted to go snorkeling. I have never before gone snorkeling, and I have a feeling that it will be a while before I try again. As we jumped in the water on our first excursion, a man yelled to us to be careful not to step on any black sea urchins.
About twenty minutes later, I kicked back as I was swimming.. into a black sea urchin. I suggest you take a look at these evil creatures. I thought just one sharp thing had poked me in the foot. One of my friends looked, and she said there were quite a few spines sticking out. With help, I got over to a small boat (the closest boat to where I was), and a man from the boat helped after my friends removed the spines. He then took a shoe and beat my foot. Apparently, the spines are made out of calcium, so if they solidify in your foot, you have big sharp spines in your foot to walk around on. Breaking them up helps prevent immense pain later on. The spines eventually dissolve. He gave me some medicine, and then he helped me swim back to the boat I had come on.
The captain of our boat then came over to me. He was holding a gigantic knife, which he held to my ankle. At that point, I was very much in shock, so I did not have any problem with the idea of him chopping my foot off. When I finally realized he was joking, he was squirting lemon on my foot. Then he beat my foot with the knife handle. He told me to stomp on it in half an hour. I sat there until it was time to stomp again. My foot had gone numb by the time I got back to our boat, but the numbness wore off before I started walking around.
It was a pretty painful day, to say the least. Several times, the captain told me I could hop back in the water. I just didn't feel like that was a good idea at the time, so I stayed on the boat and took pictures of everyone. At each stop, the captain would come over and talk to me, sometimes offering me food--a fruit I'd never tried before and a tiny snack cake filled with something that tasted like bean but might not have been.
That evening, I went out to dinner at the Treehouse again. We met some people Des knew from his travels in Laos there, and we talked for a while.
Sunday, we got up bright and early for our journey home. I'm glad that most of the day was spent in vehicles since I was still in a lot of pain!
During Songkran (and the week before), we had been hearing about protests in Bangkok, and as the week progressed, they seemed to be getting bigger and more violent. On Monday, we were unsure as to whether or not we would be traveling to Koh Chang (an island in the south) since our journey would take us through Bangkok. Luckily, after spending Monday and half of Tuesday constantly monitoring the news, we learned that the protestors left, and we decided to make the trip anyway.
We flew into the Bangkok airport and took taxis to the bus station without any problems. By Wednesday morning, we were on a ferry to the island. I was a bit surprised by how expensive it was to travel around the island, though I suppose it makes sense it is a tourist destination and we were going nearly to the other end of the island to get to our bungalows.
There weren't enough rooms available (partially because the holiday was extended due to the issues in Bangkok), so a few of us had to stay at another establishment across the street. We all ate breakfast and then immediately changed and went to the beach. Though I was sure to apply sunblock (spf 50, in fact) repeatedly (after swimming) and made sure to wait the full amount of time before getting back in the water after reapplying, I still managed to get a terrible sunburn the first day. I think this was probably for the best because it kept me from burning during the rest of the trip. After we swam, everyone took showers and naps, and then we had dinner at a restaurant called the Treehouse, which we visited pretty regularly during our stay on the island. To get to the restaurant.. and the beach.. we followed a path from our bungalows through the trees.. and through a barbed wire fence!
Treehouse
After the first night, more rooms opened up, and we moved back to the establishment where everyone else was staying. Reid and I were happy to get a room with two beds, but we were a bit surprised to find that the bathroom had no roof! This became a bit of an issue the first night that we stayed in the bungalow. There was a huge thunderstorm early in the morning, and I woke up, thinking to myself, "should I go get the towels?" Of course, I decided I would rather stay in bed and let the towels continue to get wet than get up and get soaked myself to bring something that was already wet out of the rain. You'd think we'd learn from that experience, but when it stormed again on our last night, the same scene played out. The second time, though, it was still raining when I got up to take my shower, so along with my shower, I got drizzled on.
I spent Thursday and Friday with Kanako, Misa, and Des at the beach, mostly sitting in the shade or swimming. Though I could have found many other things to do on the island--from riding elephants to going deep sea fishing, I thought that spending my time on the beach was the best way to relax and have a real vacation.
I found it interesting that when vendors (there were several people selling jewelry and fruit on the beach) approached us, if we told them no in English, they continued to try to sell us their products, but if we told them that we didn't want the products in Thai, they would go away immediately.
We got to watch the sun set over the ocean, and we even swam one evening as the sun was setting. It was beautiful, and as it got darker out, the water cooled off a bit, making the swim even more enjoyable.
Saturday, I went snorkeling. Well, I attempted to go snorkeling. I have never before gone snorkeling, and I have a feeling that it will be a while before I try again. As we jumped in the water on our first excursion, a man yelled to us to be careful not to step on any black sea urchins.
About twenty minutes later, I kicked back as I was swimming.. into a black sea urchin. I suggest you take a look at these evil creatures. I thought just one sharp thing had poked me in the foot. One of my friends looked, and she said there were quite a few spines sticking out. With help, I got over to a small boat (the closest boat to where I was), and a man from the boat helped after my friends removed the spines. He then took a shoe and beat my foot. Apparently, the spines are made out of calcium, so if they solidify in your foot, you have big sharp spines in your foot to walk around on. Breaking them up helps prevent immense pain later on. The spines eventually dissolve. He gave me some medicine, and then he helped me swim back to the boat I had come on.
The captain of our boat then came over to me. He was holding a gigantic knife, which he held to my ankle. At that point, I was very much in shock, so I did not have any problem with the idea of him chopping my foot off. When I finally realized he was joking, he was squirting lemon on my foot. Then he beat my foot with the knife handle. He told me to stomp on it in half an hour. I sat there until it was time to stomp again. My foot had gone numb by the time I got back to our boat, but the numbness wore off before I started walking around.
It was a pretty painful day, to say the least. Several times, the captain told me I could hop back in the water. I just didn't feel like that was a good idea at the time, so I stayed on the boat and took pictures of everyone. At each stop, the captain would come over and talk to me, sometimes offering me food--a fruit I'd never tried before and a tiny snack cake filled with something that tasted like bean but might not have been.
That evening, I went out to dinner at the Treehouse again. We met some people Des knew from his travels in Laos there, and we talked for a while.
Sunday, we got up bright and early for our journey home. I'm glad that most of the day was spent in vehicles since I was still in a lot of pain!
Bennett's Phases of Intercultural Sensitivity
So far, during my time in Thailand, I believe that I have grown in my level of intercultural understanding. Although I have many friends from different countries at my school back home, being immersed in another culture has opened my eyes even more than I expected.
When I first arrived in Thailand, I definitely fell into the stage of denial. I found it very hard to see any real difference between my own culture and Thai culture. This changed very quickly, though. Once I was settled in, I started noticing that there were many cultural differences that I faced on a daily basis. The first experience I had that really pushed me out of the stage of denial--that shoved difference right in my face--happened only a few days after my arrival. I was sitting in my room on my bed, checking my email. My roommate had turned the air conditioner on earlier that day, and I hadn't changed it because I thought she wanted it up as high as it was, even though I was freezing. Suddenly, my roommate came over to my side of the room and shivered. Instead of changing the temperature or asking if I wanted to turn the air conditioner off, she showed me in a more indirect way that she uncomfortable with the temperature. I immediately asked if it was too cold and proceeded to turn off the air conditioner, realizing that I was experiencing a different form of communication than I was used to. Although many people had previously told me that it was unlikely that our roommates would tell us their opinions bluntly, I had been unable to accept that difference until I experienced this form of communication myself.
I think that I have now moved past the stages of ethnocentrism. I'm not quite sure where I fall in the stages or if maybe I'm between acceptance and adaptation. Though I find myself regularly thinking of the appropriate way to behave in a situation, I think that my ability to communicate verbally is still not as advanced as it needs to be to always produce the result I feel is necessary. I do accept that there are differences between Thai culture and my home culture, and I have learned to understand situations with knowledge I have gained about Thai culture.
For instance, while I have been volunteering, both through my supervisor and the book about the organization, I have learned a great deal about the perception of people with disabilities in Thailand. With the understanding that in Thai culture, having a disability or having someone in your family with a disability is seen as bad karma. Though from my own culture and my own beliefs, I find this very upsetting, it helps me understand why I see people with disabilities begging in the streets. It also helped me understand the case study we discussed in class involving a homestay where a girl was frightened to find a man living in a shed behind the house she was staying in. Had I not become more open to other cultural beliefs, and had I not learned about the Thai understanding of karma, I probably would have reacted to the case study in a very angry manner, not able to comprehend why it would ever be considered okay to lock a man in a shed. I also was able to understand more of the repercussions of the girl's reaction to the situation because of my new knowledge about karma and people with disabilities. In the case study, the village head did not have knowledge of the man living in the shed. I can see that this would be logical for the family because public knowledge of the man being in the family could lead to the entire family being labeled as outcasts.
At the same time, because I am from basically the same cultural background as the girl in the homestay, I can also see why she reacted in the way she did to the situation. By being able to understand the event from both sides, it becomes easier to think of a solution that would be sensitive to both the host culture and the visiting girl. Of course, it would have been more helpful if the girl in the situation had been in an ethnorelative stage at the time of the incident, as looking back on the situation solves nothing. It only explains what could be a better solution for someone who might fall into a similar situation.
Hopefully my level of intercultural understanding will grow even more in the bit of time that I have left here in Thailand, allowing me to have an even more enjoyable experience and preparing me, to some extent, for future experiences, perhaps in other cultures.
When I first arrived in Thailand, I definitely fell into the stage of denial. I found it very hard to see any real difference between my own culture and Thai culture. This changed very quickly, though. Once I was settled in, I started noticing that there were many cultural differences that I faced on a daily basis. The first experience I had that really pushed me out of the stage of denial--that shoved difference right in my face--happened only a few days after my arrival. I was sitting in my room on my bed, checking my email. My roommate had turned the air conditioner on earlier that day, and I hadn't changed it because I thought she wanted it up as high as it was, even though I was freezing. Suddenly, my roommate came over to my side of the room and shivered. Instead of changing the temperature or asking if I wanted to turn the air conditioner off, she showed me in a more indirect way that she uncomfortable with the temperature. I immediately asked if it was too cold and proceeded to turn off the air conditioner, realizing that I was experiencing a different form of communication than I was used to. Although many people had previously told me that it was unlikely that our roommates would tell us their opinions bluntly, I had been unable to accept that difference until I experienced this form of communication myself.
I think that I have now moved past the stages of ethnocentrism. I'm not quite sure where I fall in the stages or if maybe I'm between acceptance and adaptation. Though I find myself regularly thinking of the appropriate way to behave in a situation, I think that my ability to communicate verbally is still not as advanced as it needs to be to always produce the result I feel is necessary. I do accept that there are differences between Thai culture and my home culture, and I have learned to understand situations with knowledge I have gained about Thai culture.
For instance, while I have been volunteering, both through my supervisor and the book about the organization, I have learned a great deal about the perception of people with disabilities in Thailand. With the understanding that in Thai culture, having a disability or having someone in your family with a disability is seen as bad karma. Though from my own culture and my own beliefs, I find this very upsetting, it helps me understand why I see people with disabilities begging in the streets. It also helped me understand the case study we discussed in class involving a homestay where a girl was frightened to find a man living in a shed behind the house she was staying in. Had I not become more open to other cultural beliefs, and had I not learned about the Thai understanding of karma, I probably would have reacted to the case study in a very angry manner, not able to comprehend why it would ever be considered okay to lock a man in a shed. I also was able to understand more of the repercussions of the girl's reaction to the situation because of my new knowledge about karma and people with disabilities. In the case study, the village head did not have knowledge of the man living in the shed. I can see that this would be logical for the family because public knowledge of the man being in the family could lead to the entire family being labeled as outcasts.
At the same time, because I am from basically the same cultural background as the girl in the homestay, I can also see why she reacted in the way she did to the situation. By being able to understand the event from both sides, it becomes easier to think of a solution that would be sensitive to both the host culture and the visiting girl. Of course, it would have been more helpful if the girl in the situation had been in an ethnorelative stage at the time of the incident, as looking back on the situation solves nothing. It only explains what could be a better solution for someone who might fall into a similar situation.
Hopefully my level of intercultural understanding will grow even more in the bit of time that I have left here in Thailand, allowing me to have an even more enjoyable experience and preparing me, to some extent, for future experiences, perhaps in other cultures.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
A Benefit Concert
Tonight I attended a benefit concert at North Chiang Mai University for a local hospital. I went with Pi Mai, a woman who works at my volunteer placement, and I took Laura with me as well. I thought the concert was going to be at Chiang Mai University, so when we were driving to the campus, and it turned into about a half hour drive, I was rather surprised. When we finally arrived at the building, all we saw were tons and tons of stair cases--a slight problem since Pi Mai has polio and uses a wheel chair a lot of the time. Luckily, when we went around to the other side of the building, there was a ramp.
The concert started with a group of people who had previously stayed in the hospital. They performed a few songs, and then another band took the stage. This band was composed of teenagers--16 to 19--and they were quite good! After these two acts, several gifts were given. The entire concert was in Thai (except for two songs which just happened to be covers of English songs), so a lot of the time, I had no idea of what was really happening. I looked around a bit to see if there were other ferans there, but it looked like Laura and I were the only non-Thai people. Strangely, I felt like we were stared at less than we are when we go to markets full of foreigners.
I think my favorite group came after the gift giving/intermission. This was an acapella group from Chiang Mai. I was very happy to hear them since I've gotten used to hearing live acapella groups at school back home, but I also was amazed by how well they sang in tune. Pi Mai told me that one song they were singing was telling their girlfriends not to eat too much because they would get very large, though instead of saying this, they would go "do-do-do" to imitate the girls growing. It was funny to watch and listen to, even if I wasn't sure what exactly they were saying. I would love to hear them perform again.
There were several more performances after the acapella group, and the concert ended with a singer and saxophone player who appeared to be very famous. I might have lost a bit of hearing from the people sitting behind us who were screaming almost constantly during this part of the concert. It was all really great music, though, which made me happy. A lot of times, we'll go to a restaurant or bar, and there will be live music, but it's rarely been impressive--at least not like this!
At the end of the concert, Pi Mai went up to the stage and presented the female singer and a keyboardist with presents. It was both of their birthdays, and the rest of the band sang and played while they were presented with cakes.
I am very happy that I got to attend this concert, though I wish it had been a bit shorter! It started at 5 pm, and we left around 10:30, and the concert was still going! I had Pi Mai drop us by the Sunday Night Market so we could get some dinner, and then we headed home.
The concert started with a group of people who had previously stayed in the hospital. They performed a few songs, and then another band took the stage. This band was composed of teenagers--16 to 19--and they were quite good! After these two acts, several gifts were given. The entire concert was in Thai (except for two songs which just happened to be covers of English songs), so a lot of the time, I had no idea of what was really happening. I looked around a bit to see if there were other ferans there, but it looked like Laura and I were the only non-Thai people. Strangely, I felt like we were stared at less than we are when we go to markets full of foreigners.
I think my favorite group came after the gift giving/intermission. This was an acapella group from Chiang Mai. I was very happy to hear them since I've gotten used to hearing live acapella groups at school back home, but I also was amazed by how well they sang in tune. Pi Mai told me that one song they were singing was telling their girlfriends not to eat too much because they would get very large, though instead of saying this, they would go "do-do-do" to imitate the girls growing. It was funny to watch and listen to, even if I wasn't sure what exactly they were saying. I would love to hear them perform again.
There were several more performances after the acapella group, and the concert ended with a singer and saxophone player who appeared to be very famous. I might have lost a bit of hearing from the people sitting behind us who were screaming almost constantly during this part of the concert. It was all really great music, though, which made me happy. A lot of times, we'll go to a restaurant or bar, and there will be live music, but it's rarely been impressive--at least not like this!
At the end of the concert, Pi Mai went up to the stage and presented the female singer and a keyboardist with presents. It was both of their birthdays, and the rest of the band sang and played while they were presented with cakes.
I am very happy that I got to attend this concert, though I wish it had been a bit shorter! It started at 5 pm, and we left around 10:30, and the concert was still going! I had Pi Mai drop us by the Sunday Night Market so we could get some dinner, and then we headed home.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Homestay in Nan
Last Wednesday, we drove to Nan, a province in northeastern Thailand, to stay in a village composed of people from ethnic minority groups. After a rather long van ride, we arrived in the village, and we met our families. Actually, The people who were staying in the Mien village I was staying in (two other students, Reid and Evie, an ajan, Pi Neung, and myself) met the head of the village, who drove us to the village before placing us with families. At first, he just told us to choose a house, but after driving us past all three locations, he pretty much placed each of us with a family. I stayed with the village head's parents, though I mainly saw him, his wife, and their children. Across the street was Pi Neung, and the other two students were down the road (in opposite directions). Before we went to the village, everyone pretty much expected to be living in a one room hut with a family, so I was a bit surprised to see that all of the houses in our village were concrete houses. I had a room to myself, and there was an indoor bathroom, although I did take showers with a bucket.
My room
View of kitchen and car port from the balcony next to my room
Thursday, I woke up at about 4:30 in the morning. I was told that I was going to the market with my family's grandma at 5, so I wanted to be ready. I was ready, but she didn't knock on my door until 5:30. The market was small--mainly just a local shop with a food stand in front. It was run by one lady, but many people came to buy groceries. I saw a lot of people in traditional clothing.
Later that morning, Evie and I went for a walk around the area. Eventually, we ran into Laura and Seashia, who were staying in a house together in a Hmong village. At their house, we met their host brother, and he wanted to take us up a mountain.
We spent the rest of the day with them, doing a lot of climbing and exploring. We went to a waterfall near the beginning of our journey, and everyone wanted to swim because it was very calm compared to other waterfalls we had been to. We also stopped at a lookout point to take pictures on the mountain. We could see tons of lychee farms. On the mountain, there was another Hmong village, and the host brother teaches English at one of the schools there, so we stopped by. We also spent some time walking around, and we saw fighting bulls and climbed a bit of a rocky part of the mountain. Before we left the village, we went to a cave that was filled with Buddhas. We climbed through the cave barefoot, and it was an amazing, though slightly frightening, experience.
Friday, we visited a former refugee camp, and we listened to Seashia and Laura's host dad talk about living there--which he had done from the time the camp opened until it closed. Then, we visited another waterfall, where we spent the afternoon. A lot of people went swimming, and everyone at least stuck their feet in the water.
Friday night, there were movies showing at the school near my village. After dinner, I walked over with Evie, her host sister, and several members of my host family.
I was rather shocked by how violent the first movie was. I was even more shocked by how many little kids were watching it. The second movie was funny but almost too funny.
Saturday was a long day. Nothing was really planned, and as usual, Evie and I took a walk around the village. Eventually, we met up with a group of people, and we spent a good portion of the day (until a bit after noon) at Reid's family's shop. After that, we walked around to a couple other houses, and at one, we tried on some Hmong traditional clothing.
That evening, we had a huge dinner for all of the families, and my family decided that I would wear traditional Mien clothing. As I was getting dressed by my host mom and a few other women, Evie came over, and they started dressing her too. When we arrived at the dinner, we were the only people in traditional clothing, but soon more people showed up in outfits, and some families took students back to dress them up. By the end of the evening, nearly everyone was wearing some sort of traditional clothing, and all of the families were taking tons of pictures.
Although the outfit I was wearing had long sleeves, the only really difficult part about wearing it was the weight of the jewelry, not the fabric.
This morning, I woke up and packed to come back to Chiang Mai. After breakfast, my host father invited me to a Mien ceremony. I wasn't allowed to go near what they were doing because I'm female, although I did get to go into a house where an altar was set up. This contained many items, including a whole pig which was to be cooked and eaten after the ceremony.
When we went back to the village, we packed up and said our goodbyes. My host father gave me a silver necklace. He owns one of the silver shops, and I had spent some time watching him work and picking out gifts for friends there earlier in the week.
Overall, it was an amazing experience, and I'm both glad to be back and resting and sad that I'm no longer in Nan.
My host father and brother with me on Sunday morning
My room
View of kitchen and car port from the balcony next to my room
Thursday, I woke up at about 4:30 in the morning. I was told that I was going to the market with my family's grandma at 5, so I wanted to be ready. I was ready, but she didn't knock on my door until 5:30. The market was small--mainly just a local shop with a food stand in front. It was run by one lady, but many people came to buy groceries. I saw a lot of people in traditional clothing.
Later that morning, Evie and I went for a walk around the area. Eventually, we ran into Laura and Seashia, who were staying in a house together in a Hmong village. At their house, we met their host brother, and he wanted to take us up a mountain.
We spent the rest of the day with them, doing a lot of climbing and exploring. We went to a waterfall near the beginning of our journey, and everyone wanted to swim because it was very calm compared to other waterfalls we had been to. We also stopped at a lookout point to take pictures on the mountain. We could see tons of lychee farms. On the mountain, there was another Hmong village, and the host brother teaches English at one of the schools there, so we stopped by. We also spent some time walking around, and we saw fighting bulls and climbed a bit of a rocky part of the mountain. Before we left the village, we went to a cave that was filled with Buddhas. We climbed through the cave barefoot, and it was an amazing, though slightly frightening, experience.
Friday, we visited a former refugee camp, and we listened to Seashia and Laura's host dad talk about living there--which he had done from the time the camp opened until it closed. Then, we visited another waterfall, where we spent the afternoon. A lot of people went swimming, and everyone at least stuck their feet in the water.
Friday night, there were movies showing at the school near my village. After dinner, I walked over with Evie, her host sister, and several members of my host family.
I was rather shocked by how violent the first movie was. I was even more shocked by how many little kids were watching it. The second movie was funny but almost too funny.
Saturday was a long day. Nothing was really planned, and as usual, Evie and I took a walk around the village. Eventually, we met up with a group of people, and we spent a good portion of the day (until a bit after noon) at Reid's family's shop. After that, we walked around to a couple other houses, and at one, we tried on some Hmong traditional clothing.
That evening, we had a huge dinner for all of the families, and my family decided that I would wear traditional Mien clothing. As I was getting dressed by my host mom and a few other women, Evie came over, and they started dressing her too. When we arrived at the dinner, we were the only people in traditional clothing, but soon more people showed up in outfits, and some families took students back to dress them up. By the end of the evening, nearly everyone was wearing some sort of traditional clothing, and all of the families were taking tons of pictures.
Although the outfit I was wearing had long sleeves, the only really difficult part about wearing it was the weight of the jewelry, not the fabric.
This morning, I woke up and packed to come back to Chiang Mai. After breakfast, my host father invited me to a Mien ceremony. I wasn't allowed to go near what they were doing because I'm female, although I did get to go into a house where an altar was set up. This contained many items, including a whole pig which was to be cooked and eaten after the ceremony.
When we went back to the village, we packed up and said our goodbyes. My host father gave me a silver necklace. He owns one of the silver shops, and I had spent some time watching him work and picking out gifts for friends there earlier in the week.
Overall, it was an amazing experience, and I'm both glad to be back and resting and sad that I'm no longer in Nan.
My host father and brother with me on Sunday morning
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Could You Get Around?
The first week that I spent in Thailand, I had the chance to do a bit of walking either around the campus or at markets. Since then, every day has usually consisted of at least one walk to campus or perhaps to Carrefour (somewhat like Walmart..). Walking in Chiang Mai is a task, to say the least. When there are sidewalks, which there are not always, they may seem to be more dangerous than having to walk on the side of the road. A lot of times, they are composed of bricks--lopsided and often missing. Usually, in the middle of the sidewalk, there will be trees that the bricks go around. This has proven to be dangerous for those of us who can, in general, walk safely on two feet. I have found the idea of trying to travel around on crutches, in a wheel chair, or blind to be almost unimaginable. I find this strange, especially since there seems to be a rather large blind population in Chiang Mai.
While I am at the dorm, I've noticed that yes, there is an elevator, and there is a ramp, and the rooms do seem pretty accessible. At the same time, the minute I reach the building where I have the majority of my classes, I think that it would be rather impossible for a person with a physical disability or injury to get around. Each day, we climb to the fourth floor of the building, and although it's good exercise, I'm pretty sure that many people would take the elevator if the option were available. Of course, this is not just a problem on campus. Often, many restaurants or stores I visit have steps to get inside without any sort of ramp, or if it is possible for someone in a wheel chair to enter, certain facilities are not accessible inside.
For instance, I went to a movie this weekend, and although the mall has several elevators, the theater seemed very in accessible. It is possible that there is a way to get to the theaters from an elevator if one cannot go up the large flight of stairs next to the concessions, but once we entered the actual theater, to find our seats we had to first climb and then walk down a lot of steps.
Perhaps if someone is simply injured for a period of time--he or she broke a leg or had surgery--this would not me much of a problem, but to never be able to see a movie in a theater simply because one cannot walk may be upsetting. At least there are many other things to do at the mall?
Of course, for someone in a wheelchair to get to such a location, he or she would have to find adequate transportation. The sidewalks are impossible, and the red trucks probably aren't much better.. If a wheel chair fit inside, one would need a makeshift ramp as well as some sort of contraption to keep the chair inside the vehicle.
On Wednesday of this past week, a woman to visit the place where I volunteer. When I saw her driving up to the building, I was amazed. She was driving a motorcycle while sitting in her wheelchair.
She had asked a mechanic to attach the steering mechanisms to the front of a cart, and she sits inside in her chair to drive. The body of the motorcycle is attached, and she could take a passenger for a ride as well.
The next day, I visited her house, which I learned had been specially built for her. It had ramps, wider doors, and the table outside had three seats around it and a space so she could pull her wheelchair up to it. While I was visiting her, she discussed how difficult it can be to get around--and how some places are just not options. It is interesting to think that one cannot have certain experiences simply because he or she does not have access due to a physical disability or injury, especially coming from a culture where there are designated spots for parking to increase accessibility as well as designated stalls in bathrooms and seats in movie theaters.
While I am at the dorm, I've noticed that yes, there is an elevator, and there is a ramp, and the rooms do seem pretty accessible. At the same time, the minute I reach the building where I have the majority of my classes, I think that it would be rather impossible for a person with a physical disability or injury to get around. Each day, we climb to the fourth floor of the building, and although it's good exercise, I'm pretty sure that many people would take the elevator if the option were available. Of course, this is not just a problem on campus. Often, many restaurants or stores I visit have steps to get inside without any sort of ramp, or if it is possible for someone in a wheel chair to enter, certain facilities are not accessible inside.
For instance, I went to a movie this weekend, and although the mall has several elevators, the theater seemed very in accessible. It is possible that there is a way to get to the theaters from an elevator if one cannot go up the large flight of stairs next to the concessions, but once we entered the actual theater, to find our seats we had to first climb and then walk down a lot of steps.
Perhaps if someone is simply injured for a period of time--he or she broke a leg or had surgery--this would not me much of a problem, but to never be able to see a movie in a theater simply because one cannot walk may be upsetting. At least there are many other things to do at the mall?
Of course, for someone in a wheelchair to get to such a location, he or she would have to find adequate transportation. The sidewalks are impossible, and the red trucks probably aren't much better.. If a wheel chair fit inside, one would need a makeshift ramp as well as some sort of contraption to keep the chair inside the vehicle.
On Wednesday of this past week, a woman to visit the place where I volunteer. When I saw her driving up to the building, I was amazed. She was driving a motorcycle while sitting in her wheelchair.
She had asked a mechanic to attach the steering mechanisms to the front of a cart, and she sits inside in her chair to drive. The body of the motorcycle is attached, and she could take a passenger for a ride as well.
The next day, I visited her house, which I learned had been specially built for her. It had ramps, wider doors, and the table outside had three seats around it and a space so she could pull her wheelchair up to it. While I was visiting her, she discussed how difficult it can be to get around--and how some places are just not options. It is interesting to think that one cannot have certain experiences simply because he or she does not have access due to a physical disability or injury, especially coming from a culture where there are designated spots for parking to increase accessibility as well as designated stalls in bathrooms and seats in movie theaters.
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